Seeing what Wei Dian said, the short man didn't know what to say and waited with Wei Dian for Xiao Zining's arrival.

"One minute."

Wei Dian moved his fingertips, and the scarred man immediately understood what he meant.

He raised the knife in his hand high and pointed at Xia Zijin's head with a fierce gaze.

Suddenly, there was an angry shout.

"Beast! What kind of man do you think you are if you kill a woman? If you had the guts to kill me first!!"

Fu Quan, who was behind Xia Zijin, suddenly spoke up and stared at the scarred man with ferocious eyes.

The man with the scar suddenly looked at Fu Quan, his eyes narrowed slightly, "You are about to die, and you still want to be a hero to save the beauty?!"

"Hmph! You don't think that Xiao Zining is here and can save you, do you? You are naive! If he is in the transcendent realm, I can kill him with just one finger!"

The man with the scar thought he had broken their dream and smiled evilly.

But Fu Quan's expression didn't change at all, and his eyes just looked at the scarred man provocatively.

"If it's a man...just kill me!"

Fu Quan's hair is messy, his lips are pale and chapped, and he is no longer as elegant as before.

Although their Dantian has been destroyed, their bodies were relatively strong as they practiced martial arts in the past. They would not starve to death if they did not eat or drink for three days, but they would be dehydrated.

Xia Zijin was a little confused, but she still heard Fu Quan's words. She looked back at Fu Quan with difficulty.

The moment their eyes met, Xia Zijin suddenly smiled.

"Hahaha...I have wanted to die for a long time. I want to kill...hurry up and whine...don't ride like a girl."

She lowered her head and closed her eyes. Her beautiful face was dry and cracked, with a lot of dirt attached to it, exuding a foul odor.

Xia Zijin was filled with sorrow and had long been prepared to die. However, it was a bit regretful that he did not see Xiao Zining before his death.

"Whoosh——"

A sharp sound broke through the air.

"Pfft——"

Xia Zijin was shocked. Two seconds later, he realized belatedly that he was still alive.

"Fu Quan..."

She hurriedly looked back, her eyes trembled, and a drop of crystal liquid crossed her cheek unpreparedly.

When her Dantian was disabled and she became a disabled person, she did not cry.

When she was tied here and endured painful torture, she did not cry.

When they were reviled, when they were extremely heartbroken, she did not cry.

When she was facing death just now, she didn't cry either.

But now, for some reason, her tears couldn't stop falling. Her heart seemed to be torn open by something, and unspeakable discomfort occupied her heart.

"Fu Quan..."

Fu Quan's head just rolled down to her side, and Xia Zijin clearly saw Fu Quan's dying look at the last moment.

His eyes were closed and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he died without pain.

Xia Zijin raised her head in pain, letting tears flow all over her face, but there was a bitter smile on her face, and the tears flowing into her mouth were painful.

At this moment, she finally faced her feelings for Fu Quan, which was a feeling that Xiao Zining had never experienced before.

It's sour and astringent, with a hint of sweetness when you taste it carefully.

In fact, she didn't just feel that feeling now, it was just that she had been unwilling to pierce the window paper in her heart.

But now, it seems they have no chance.

They seem to have missed it...

"Hahahahaha..."

She laughed like crazy, her voice was hoarse and rough.

"Being able to...die on the same day is enough...romantic."

As she thought about it, the tears flowing from her eyes turned into tears of blood.

The scarred man looked at Xia Zijin's crazy look and quenched his saliva.

"unlucky."

Three minutes passed, and Song Cheng and Chi Yu were beheaded one after another.

…

No one resisted. Now they are weaker than any ordinary person. How can they resist?

But there was still the last glimmer of fire in their eyes. Xiao Zining was their last hope.

Four minutes later, Liu Tian's head was chopped off.

"Fifth minute."

Wei Dian stood there leisurely and calmly.

The scarred man walked toward Cang Meng with his scimitar raised high.

The man with the scar has a cold face, and killing someone is just a matter of picking up and dropping the knife.

Cang Meng closed his eyes. He was already so angry that he was not very conscious.

Just when the scarred man was about to chop him down with his sword.

Suddenly there was a violent spatial fluctuation in the sky.

Wei Dian's eyes lit up and a look of surprise appeared on his face, "Here he comes!"

However, his eyes were still hesitant, wondering if this was too fast. He had calculated that even for him, the fastest would take eight minutes.

But now, only five minutes have passed.

The scarred man's hand stopped, the scimitar was placed on Cang Meng's neck, and his eyes were also looking in the direction of the sound.

Several people on the sacrificial stage trembled, Xiao Zining, is he really here?

Fuji raised his head weakly, trying to see the direction of the clear sky.

I saw a small dot suddenly appear in the void, and then it became bigger and bigger in the reflection of his pupils.

"Zi Ning..."

Fuji recognized Xiao Zining at a glance.

He really isn't dead!
Chapter completed!